She speaks
of him
so thus
in fragile
hands
he trusts
his future
doth
he have
a say
this question
of you
I ask
Mighty soul
that lays
within
small body
a mind
remains
In GODS hand
He must
sustain
the reason
why all such
do remain
for such caring
in loving hands
Tenderness
is all
that she
retains
No profit
from his
soul
she asks
An open eye
to all
must pass
No reason
given
such love
from her
For those
whom care
none would
so ask
Hevely Where The crown
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I would like to translate this poem
Why, ......Elysabeth..it would be my daughter..iip